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Chapter 392 "Didn't you go on a business trip? Why did you come?" This person learned teleportation? ? ?

In that photo, she and Shen Du stood side by side, under a camphor tree with a lush canopy.

The man is wearing a black suit and white shirt, and the woman is wearing an off-white suspender dress. The picture is quite eye-catching.

Nan Song's left shoulder was close to Shen Du, holding his arm lightly, with a smile on his lips, and a pair of scissors hands in his right hand.

On the other hand, Shen Du's posture is much more serious.

Standing together, the two of them have a complete sense of "the high-cold Bingshan domineering president and his beautiful, enchanting little wife".

The reason why she posed this pose at the time was because Tao Siran was taking pictures of her and Shen Du with Polaroids, but what Nan Song didn't expect was that someone else took pictures of them from another angle.

Looking at it this way, she really looks like a man and a woman, tsk tsk.

Nan Song felt a little elated for a moment, thinking about whether to send this photo to Shen Du to have a look.

Just then, a line of text popped up at the top of the phone screen: You have received a WeChat message.

Nan Song's eyes lit up, he subconsciously thought that Shen Du had returned to him, and quickly clicked in, only to find that it was not Shen Du at all, but someone she hadn't expected at all.

[Lu Chenghan: Xiao Song, what are you doing? 】

Nan Song: "."

Lu Chenghan?How dare this idiot take the initiative to hit the gun?

Still call her Xiao Song?Capitalize the mouth area! ! !

Also, he didn't know that she already knew what he said about her in the bar.

Nan Song looked indifferent, and simply replied two words——

【Make love. 】

After three seconds.

【Lu Chenghan:】

Looking at the string of ellipses sent by the other party, Nan Song exited the chat page with satisfaction.

Let you fucking dare to flirt with my old lady, rubbish.

In the next second, block and delete, all in one go.

One of the keys to staying happy: draw a line with the garbage people in your life as soon as possible.

Although she didn't see Lu Chenghan's filth clearly back then, it's not too late to block him now.

And she has her husband backing her back, so she is afraid of shit.

In fact, Lu Chenghan's sudden message to her didn't affect her good mood tonight, but as we all know, once some women are caught in the vortex of bullshit romantic love stories, they are prone to hypocrisy.

Nan Song is quite typical of them.

This time she didn't choose to type, but chose to speak, blinked her eyes, pinched her throat, and the soft and cute actress Xiao Jiaojiao possessed her body for a second.

"Husband, just now Lu Chenghan sent me a message. His tone and wording seemed to mean that he wanted to have a long talk with me all night. He asked me what I was doing. Guess how I replied to him? You must not guess. "

"Also, I think he is disgusting. Didn't you tell me what he said last time that caused you to fight with him in the bar? I couldn't control my curiosity, and then I went to ask Ai Xinyuan, I know everything now."

"I feel so angry, my husband, please help me clean up that trash man, I really can't swallow this breath."

Satisfied after sending three voices in succession, Nan Song lay down on the soft big bed and kicked off the slippers on his feet.

Put the phone down, roll up the quilt, and go to sleep.

The hotel arranged by the program group is close to the seaside. The rooms of several instructors and her flying guest are veritable sea view rooms. If the windows are not closed tightly when sleeping at night, you can still hear the sound of waves coming from the seaside.

This kind of sound is white noise to Nan Song, not only does it not feel noisy, but it is very hypnotic.

So, she gradually fell asleep amidst such voices, and slept peacefully all night.
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At six o'clock the next morning, Nan Song was awakened by a knock on the door.

Naturally, there is no need to say more about how terrible the thing of getting up is. Anyone who has experienced it knows that it is a wave of anger that even if the king of heaven comes, he cannot stop it.

After covering his head with a quilt and pretending not to hear many times to no avail, Nan Song finally threw off the quilt and got up angrily, so angry that he didn't even wear his slippers.

She raised her head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand barely pointed to five past six, and the anger in her heart became even stronger.

The recording time of the show was clearly at [-]:[-] pm, and the announcement was clearly made, which bastard is knocking on her door at this hour! ! ! ? ? ?
Even if she opened the door to be a ghost, she would fight him to the end, scolding his eighth generation ancestors to be bloody!

With messy and fluffy hair on his head, Nan Song wanted to kill someone, he unscrewed the lock button, and then opened the door.

The moment she saw clearly the person standing at the door, she was completely petrified.

There was indeed a ghost standing at the door, but it was just a handsome ghost.

Nan Song woke up in a second, and ran out of sleepiness all at once.

She moved her lips, just woke up, her voice was a little hoarse: "Am I dreaming?"

Shen Du looked at her bewildered expression, and answered, "You're not dreaming."

"Why are you here? Didn't you go on a business trip?"

Nan Song's face was full of disbelief, when did the dog man learn to teleport?

"Yes, I'm on a business trip. I'm in Haicheng on business."

Nan Song was stunned for a second, and then he realized something.

"So yesterday I asked you where you were going on a business trip, and you didn't reply to me on purpose?"

"Ah."

".Aren't you just trying to surprise me?"

"Ah."

Nan Song: "."

Sometimes a man's happiness is really simple, so simple that it makes people laugh.

But one thing to say, she was very happy.

"Go in and talk, I've been busy all night and I'm so tired." Shen Du looked into her eyes and said suddenly.

Only then did Nan Song remember to welcome him in.

She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt that when Shen Du said that sentence just now, there seemed to be a slight sense of grievance in his tone, which aroused pity.

Looking back, this man had never said the word tired in front of her.

It seems that the dog man who fell into the vortex of bullshit romantic love has also become vulnerable, tsk.
But fragility is fragility, the shoulders of her fierce girl will always be there.

After Shen Du entered the door, he changed into his slippers, while Nan Song closed the door behind and locked it.

He stood by the bed and took off his suit jacket, and then loosened the gray tie a little. When he pulled the tie, the knuckles of Shen Du's right index finger and wrist tightened a little, and the lines became more distinct.

The man twisted his neck from side to side, his Adam's apple protruded during the twisting gap, coupled with that handsome face, he was ascetic and lustful.

Early in the morning, Nan Song couldn't control his little mind and drove into the car. It was the kind of 180-mile straight to the highway.

Shen Du's eyes fell on her face, as if he had noticed something, he threw his suit jacket at the end of the bed and walked towards her.

He stood in front of her, and the distance between the two was extremely close.

Nan Song saw Shen Du curl his lips.

"You like my Adam's apple that much?"

(End of this chapter)